The Waiting Series // Until It's Right
Love is waiting til we're ready,
til it's right
Love is waiting
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The Waiting Series: When the Wait is Over
I've been asking myself lately, "Once I find him (or once he finds me), what's next?"
All along, I thought the hardest part of it all was "waiting". That when he comes along, everything will be bright and shiny, my misery will be washed away and there'll be nothing but bliss.
Today, I'd like to remind myself that although most fairytales end with "and they lived happily ever after" right at the moment when the prince has beaten the evil beast or the wicked witch and has swooped the princess off her feet, real life doesn't work the same way.
To stay in a relationship with someone whose thinking and way of life may not be similar to mine requires courage in the same way that it takes much strength to wait. Not just courage, but patience, compassion, respect, humility and love.
I am aware that I have formed the ideal man in my head. Someone I have daydreamed relentlessly in the last couple of years after realizing that what I want most in this life is to have someone by my side to share life with. I know that matters like this do not easily escape the mind. The idea of it all lingers; even in the subconscious. So much so that when the man right in front of me fails to live up to my expecations, pieces of that dream are blown away.
But then, whether or not expectations are met, I know that when I fall in love (tomorrow or in the near future), it would be to a man recognized by my own heart. He may be flawed and unsure and as full of fear as I am, but when I know he's worth all the trouble, I'd have to fight as hard as I might and not give up so easily. For couples or married people to remain faithful to each other is not as easy as pie. Older and wiser people say it requires a daily decision to love and forgive. And it's true. Every relationship requires some amount of dedication.
Will I be able to tell if he's the one? I will. They always say you'll know it in your gut.
Will I be able to tell if he's the one? I will. They always say you'll know it in your gut.
So, wait for now. Wait until he comes. Then never let go.
waiting, literally.
i remember that usual route to home after I finish a two-hour class with lynn. i remember that one night, as i turn in that familiar street corner, and as I stood in the same old spot waiting for a bus. I remember that same stormy night as I firmly held an umbrella to keep myself protected from the ravaging rain. I remember that moment when everybody else had taken a ride and I was left alone knowing fully well that a bus was on its way except that I knew not of the exact time. I remember that night, when without reservations or any false pretense, I thought out loud and told my twenty-two year old self, “I wish someone was waiting with me”.
you know, some people dream of a man who owns a luxurious car and hope that they’d never have to take public transport again. i'd be a hypocrite not to admit that i too, dream of the same once in a while. but in that particular night, two years ago, my heart longed for a little bit more. yes, a bit more. i wasn’t asking for someone who could drive me home, i was longing for someone who would hold my hand and wait with me. someone who would keep me sane, because for all we know, life is a waiting game and sometimes, it is just so terrifying to wait alone.
when i would take that old route, i knew that buses were scarce. i knew that there were more commuters than there were buses. i knew that it would take several attempts to take one. yet, i also knew that eventually, i’d be able to go home. and even with this knowledge, i’d say a little prayer – Lord, please let the bus come. let the bus come. let the bus come. and then it comes, not earlier than i had hoped for but i guess, it would always come at the right time.
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and you know what? love, and life, is just like that. we wait. and then life happens. love surprises us.
i continue to wait
"when crucial needs aren't met (like human companionship), they make us look to God in a way that satisfied people will never be able to imitate." - Bo Sanchez
i am turning 25 this year. and according to some, it is the ideal age to get married. in fact, just a couple of days ago, i heard two women talking about it. they said that it's nice to bear and raise a child at a young age. at 45, you'd have a grown-up daughter (or son), done with college and old enough to get a job. you'd be virtually free from financial obligations. best case scenario - at 50, you'd be ready to retire and would be enjoying your grandchildren.
some people are lucky to be living "the" ideal life. some people, on the other hand, are left with stories still in progress, with some characters left unknown and the plot unfolding bit by it with the resolution (the happily ever after) far from sight.
it is sometimes lonely, waiting. the clock ticking could cloud hope that there will ever be an end to it. but when the process is slow and patience is tested, it means one thing - the end product, the result, the outcome is out of the ordinary - beautiful and ornate.
and when loneliness strikes, when there is no one else around, when our voice echoes in the hollow halls that we find ourselves even more willing to surrender everything in the mighty hands of God. i know because i do. at 10:45, every single night, i pray that as i wait, i become even more courageous, patient and understanding. i pray as if i've never said the same prayer. i continue to knock, and ask. and i will continue to do so.
The Waiting Series: Valentine's Day Edition
Hi!
It's Valentine's Day! I bet you are planning your date later tonight or you've planned it already. If you are in a relationship right now, please do enjoy your time with her coz you'll be mine eventually! (evil laugh) But if you aren't, don't be sad because I have faith that we're gonna find each other soon.
Anyway, would you believe that in my 23 years of existence (ok, let's not count the years when I was younger than 18), I've only been on a V-day date once?! It was not even a romantic date. It was a date with a male friend who happened to be here in Manila for a work-related seminar and he didn't have a choice but to spend Valentine's Day with me because I guess, I was the only unfortunate female he knows who didn't have a date that day. We had dinner at a restaurant and he gave me flowers and we talked until the mall closed. It was an interesting and fun experience.
Even when I had a boyfriend, we never went out on a Valentine's Day date. Well, the relationship only lasted for a year so practically we only had one chance to date, coz the next V-Day, he was out of my life. Plus, he wasn't the romantic type. When I'd ask for flowers. he'd say it's too expensive and he'd rather buy me food.
But, I do love flowers. I love "love letters". I love small, sincere gestures that make the heart swell with joy. I love those things that make me laugh and cry at the same time. I am an every inch hopeless romantic.
I wonder what you are like. But I'm praying that you are a guy who isn't afraid to show tenderness. Someone who doesn't just utter words of love, but someone who does things out of love. Because to warn you, I am never the showy type, least to say affectionate. I have ways of showing how I feel but only a few people tend to get the meaning behind my actions or my words. But I'm working on that.
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Ok. I have to end it here. There'll be more and more letters to come. Take good care always. Have fun. Eat healthy. Exercise. Live well. And love hard. Until we meet.
Happy Valentine's Day!!
Yours,
Nica/Joyce
P.S.
I'm going on a Valentine's Day event later.
Will you be there?
See yah!
P.P.S.
Here's a video I'd like you to see. It's my favorite movie plus one of my favorite songs. Awesome combination. Gives me goosebumps. :) Makes me believe in love so much more. :)
The Waiting Series: Fragrance Less Intense
…the idea of substituting one love for another
carried him along surprising paths.
Little by little the fragrance of Fermina Daza
became less frequent and less intense,
and at last it remained only in white gardenias. [1]
Four years ago, I was so in love the thought of falling out of it was very much an impossibility. I believed in forever. And I refused to listen to one of my professors who insisted that there is no such thing. I couldn’t understand how some people profess their undying love one day then utter break-up lines the next. To love like crazy then suddenly (or slowly) lose the spark was something I totally couldn’t comprehend. Until I, myself, loved and lost the feeling.
I had my first serious relationship in 2008. I was an incoming senior university student. At first, everything was like a fairytale… a soap opera… a cheesy romantic movie. After a year, for reasons I would not (could not) elaborate, the guy left me – through a text message. Yes, not even through a phone call. And it shattered me. Because for one, I didn’t deserve it. I believe mature individuals deal with their issues face to face. And more than anything else, I deserved a proper closure. A proper break-up, if there is such a thing.
I went through the usual ordeal that every heartbroken woman has to go through. Sleepless nights – thinking what went wrong; thinking I was all wrong, it was all my fault. Being overly sensitive – crying or felt like crying even when I was in front of my student discussing verbs and nouns and adjectives; crying at seeing the places we used to go to, or remembering the things we used to do together. The real heartbreaker are the songs, the scent, the feel of a certain familiar street corner, seeing someone who looked like him, and seeing him from afar or worst, an arm’s length away.
Then days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Months to years. Affection turned to hate. Hate turned to doubt. Hate and doubt turned to love again. For a few months it was a vicious cycle. Then love eventually turned to apathy. He meant (and means) nothing anymore.
Although we have been in contact intermittently for the past three years, things have never been the same again. He would send me nothing but cold messages (business matters). And I didn’t mind, I answered them with equally cold, straightforward ones. I answered a few phone calls with a monotonous voice, void of any emotion. I never asked about why he left. Never mentioned about the past. Never initiated a conversation.
Then a few days ago, he sent the very first message with “haha” in it – his poor attempt at joking or whatever. Or maybe he was flirting. He started asking questions like “how are you? have you been well?”. And sending short almost affectionate messages like “take care, Joyce.” “It’s good to know your Korean has improved.” “I want to meet you for dinner soon.”
I never replied to this indirect invitation. Seeing him again would be awkward. As I told one of my friends, I do not want him to complicate things for me. I do not want him to exist in my life anymore (it is enough to receive his usual messages whenever he’d ask about something). It’s not bitterness not even the residues of my old feelings – I just want him out of my “happy” life, simple as that.
I have moved farther and farther from “our” past that it has only left me with few memories, as I cannot discard everything no matter how selective I try to be. The fragrance has become less intense. The images have been blurry. The streets and other places have become random ones that I do not attach meaning to anymore.
I have loved yet lost it.
But I still believe in forever. Apparently our love is not meant to last forever. I’m still in search; waiting for that one true love. The scent that reaches eternity.
[1] Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
The Waiting Series: Lucky Charm
Last year (January twenty-something),Ken, a dear friend of mine gave me this...
It's a twenty-peso bill folded into a tiny heart. He folded it himself - a lucky charm, he said. At that time, Ken was facing a challenge. It was matters of the heart. He was trying his might to fight for the woman he loves. I knew and felt he was damn serious about it. Although my heart ached seeing him all troubled and somehow "broken" I was glad that my friend found a woman worth fighting for. And he was putting a great fight. And that made me admire him so much more.
I was actually surprised when he handed me this cute little thing. From that day on, it found its home in my wallet and it was never taken out of there. And I have not really noticed that one year has already passed.
I was actually surprised when he handed me this cute little thing. From that day on, it found its home in my wallet and it was never taken out of there. And I have not really noticed that one year has already passed.
I don't really remember what Ken said that day. But I take that little heart as a wish from a dear friend - that I, too, may find someone who's worth fighting for, someone who'll also fight for me despite all odds. I am not really superstitious but I believe in luck. It's a mystery but it happens. Isn't it a bit of luck when you bump into a random person at one point then that chance encounter eventually evolves into something deeper? Or knowing that the person you like turns out to have a crush on you too? When two people love each other and do not notice millions of others who are far better in qualities - that is a miracle, lucky you might say.
So, it's 2012. And just like everyone else I'm a bit scared of what is in store for me this year. But I am excited too! I am hopeful. I am looking forward to so many wonderful things and experiences ahead of me.I am eager to meet new people and get to know better the friends I already have. I believe that all the wonderful possibilities are endless and it's up to us to take our share.
I am still waiting for the ONE, fyi. haha. And it scares the hell out of me that I may not ever find him. Or find him but cannot have him. But the positive side of things far outweigh all the negatives. And I know that the good Lord is at my side - He's my real lucky charm.
So, it's 2012. And just like everyone else I'm a bit scared of what is in store for me this year. But I am excited too! I am hopeful. I am looking forward to so many wonderful things and experiences ahead of me.I am eager to meet new people and get to know better the friends I already have. I believe that all the wonderful possibilities are endless and it's up to us to take our share.
I am still waiting for the ONE, fyi. haha. And it scares the hell out of me that I may not ever find him. Or find him but cannot have him. But the positive side of things far outweigh all the negatives. And I know that the good Lord is at my side - He's my real lucky charm.
The Waiting Series: You and me. Me and him. You and her.
It's Friday! And It's two days before Christmas! Yay! I know everyone's already in a festive mood, but I'm sorry if I'm gonna be a spoiler just for today by sharing this painful bit of reality.:(
A friend who has this wonderful gift with words wrote this poem after watching a movie. And she tagged this to me on Facebook. With her permission, I'm gonna share this with you. I know, just like me, you have also found yourself in a similar situation.
Please read on...
A friend who has this wonderful gift with words wrote this poem after watching a movie. And she tagged this to me on Facebook. With her permission, I'm gonna share this with you. I know, just like me, you have also found yourself in a similar situation.
Please read on...
Crazy Love
by Jane Tacorda
Have you ever known what it is to love?
Have you ever felt the warmth of words,
Heard the assuring voice of silence,
Or seen the dawn through another’s eyes?
I do.
And, yet, with you..
I have known how it is to be alone.
I have felt the coldness of a touch,
Heard slicing damnation in utter rejection,
And, never saw the future with hope.
by Jane Tacorda
Have you ever known what it is to love?
Have you ever felt the warmth of words,
Heard the assuring voice of silence,
Or seen the dawn through another’s eyes?
I do.
And, yet, with you..
I have known how it is to be alone.
I have felt the coldness of a touch,
Heard slicing damnation in utter rejection,
And, never saw the future with hope.
Loving someone,
Who doesn’t love you back…
You and me. Me and him. You and her.
What you do to me, she does to you.
What I do to you, he does for me.
Funny. This crazy word. This love.
Tangled. What's more painful than seeing the person you love falsely believe that you love someone else? And because of this, he finds himself somebody else to love. Huh! So messed up.
Or, he's entirely not in love with you. Unrequited. Heart shatters to bits. Totally not new to me.
Or, you like him. He likes you too. But you can't be together. How cool is that? Heartbreaking.
How many times, in this lifetime, do we have to find ourselves in this sticky situation before we finally claim that it is "You and Me", it is "Us"? Can we skip this whole thing and move on to our happily ever after?
But then, maybe it's part of the whole process of waiting. We cannot choose who to love. We cannot avoid getting hurt. Love strikes in the most unexpected moment, in the least expected place, with the person we least imagined. We fall. We stumble. But then we learn from our heartaches. Most of all, we love - without even waiting to be loved. Without even hoping to be held and embraced.
Or, he's entirely not in love with you. Unrequited. Heart shatters to bits. Totally not new to me.
Or, you like him. He likes you too. But you can't be together. How cool is that? Heartbreaking.
How many times, in this lifetime, do we have to find ourselves in this sticky situation before we finally claim that it is "You and Me", it is "Us"? Can we skip this whole thing and move on to our happily ever after?
But then, maybe it's part of the whole process of waiting. We cannot choose who to love. We cannot avoid getting hurt. Love strikes in the most unexpected moment, in the least expected place, with the person we least imagined. We fall. We stumble. But then we learn from our heartaches. Most of all, we love - without even waiting to be loved. Without even hoping to be held and embraced.
See other entries in this series:
Week One
Week Two
Week Three
Week Four
Week Five
Week Two
Week Three
Week Four
Week Five
The Waiting Series: Certainty
Yay! It's Friday friends. And I just have to get this post up earlier since I won't be in front of the computer for the rest of the day. hehe.
Last Monday, I came across this photo, and this quote from Pinterest (the next big thing since Facebook, I guess, haha).
Last Monday, I came across this photo, and this quote from Pinterest (the next big thing since Facebook, I guess, haha).
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“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl, who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do, which was just to… wait…And, a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl I work with but I think, even then I knew that… I was waiting for my wife.” -Jim Halpert
Isn't that the sweetest?? "Even then I knew that... I was waiting for my wife." Wow! I was just taken by those words.
I immediately searched who this Jim Halpert is. And it turns out, he's a fictional character in the American sitcom, The Office. Jim Halpert is played by John Krasinski. Well, for one , I have not watched a single episode of The Office, let alone know that Jim Halpert is not a real guy. But who cares? These dramas are based on realities as well, right?
Well, more than the identity of Jim Halpert, I guess I was more impressed at the character's certainty. He knows who he wants and is determined to be with the woman he loves. He is brave enough to wait. He knows for a fact that he was waiting for the one he would spend the rest of his life with (technically (and ideally), when you get married, you are bound for a lifetime together.) Waiting takes courage too.
I immediately searched who this Jim Halpert is. And it turns out, he's a fictional character in the American sitcom, The Office. Jim Halpert is played by John Krasinski. Well, for one , I have not watched a single episode of The Office, let alone know that Jim Halpert is not a real guy. But who cares? These dramas are based on realities as well, right?
Well, more than the identity of Jim Halpert, I guess I was more impressed at the character's certainty. He knows who he wants and is determined to be with the woman he loves. He is brave enough to wait. He knows for a fact that he was waiting for the one he would spend the rest of his life with (technically (and ideally), when you get married, you are bound for a lifetime together.) Waiting takes courage too.
How would I know if she/he is the one? This is a very fundamental question. I've asked a lot of people about this and most of them said - you'll just know. I wonder how knowing, how being certain becomes possible. It is still a puzzle to me.
A week ago, a friend told me that she likes this series. That she can totally relate. I asked her to tell me her story. And she did. It may not be in full detail, but I thank her for her trust. I love to hear other people's stories and learn from them. Hers is a kind of story wherein guy likes her, she likes him too but they can't be together for reasons too complicated to discuss. They used to be friends, but things happened and now, they have grown apart. But I like it when she said "Alam mo Ate, alam ko, magiging kami din." (Loosely translated, I know we'll be together someday).
She is certain too. And just like her, I want to reach the point when all doubts would vanish and just be assured of the love of someone worthy. I don't really care if the journey is long. I hope that when I finally meet the "One" I'd have the courage to tell myself that he's truly the person I've been waiting for. To be fearless to admit that I am in love. To be brave to fight for the one I love. I pray the same thing for you.
By the way, in the sitcom, Jim Halpert eventually married the woman he loves. Thus, the picture :D
See other entries in this series:
By the way, in the sitcom, Jim Halpert eventually married the woman he loves. Thus, the picture :D
See other entries in this series:
The Waiting Series: Person Worth Fighting For
It feels as if the last post I wrote for this series was just yesterday. It's surprising how time flies so fast when you are having fun, or even when days are not fun at all. Honestly, because Fridays seem to arrive more quickly these days, I don't really have a clear idea what to write today. And actually, I'm feeling quite heavy...for a number of reasons, which I won't go into detail right now. Because you know, it's something I can't publish. Sad.
Anyway, let me just share something. Last Friday, my ex-boyfriend sent me a message (yes, we still communicate once in awhile, mostly about business, nothing personal) asking what time I finish work. I said 6pm. Then he asked if I have things to do after work. Even though I was actually bound for boredom that night, I answered "Yes. Lots of errands to do." I had a feeling he'd like to see me, talk about something or whatever. If he asked months and months ago, I would have immediately grabbed the chance to see him. I would have answered, "Nothing. I am free tonight.Why?" Things are different now. And the more I get to know myself, the more I realize that he is not the kind of person I want to be with. That I can live without him. That breaking up with him was the wisest decision I've ever made. It's not that I hate him, cause I've already moved on. It's just that he doesn't fit in my life anymore. I don't want him in my life anymore.
I believe, this rings true...
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He had the chance. But he chose to leave. It was his right. At that time, he chose to follow his own path without me tagging along because maybe, I was such a pain in the neck. And I wouldn't blame him for that.
I believe, waiting is not being in the same place, watching as people go back and forth. It is a journey. And along the way, we join the people moving back and forth. Some of them take our hands and walk with us, run with us, wait with us. Some of them entertain us a bit then off they go - into their own personal legends (without us). Even those we thought would hold our hands forever can betray us. But then, we may also choose the ones who'll keep us company and the ones to let go. It is our decision too.
I am guilty of reserving spaces in my heart. I can't love someone new because what if this guy suddenly realizes we're meant to be? What if he comes back? What if this guy likes me too? I can't go somewhere far coz I won't see him anymore. I can't go abroad because I'll leave these people behind. Then only to realize that I am the only one caring. Only to see that "that guy", "those people" are living their happy lives and I'm stuck, thinking that they need me.
Geez. This is getting depressing already. haha.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, at some point, some time, somewhere, someone will come along who will do what it takes to deserve that space in your heart - in my heart. Who'll be willing to fight for us. But before that time comes. we have to love ourselves and become that person worth all the effort, worth fighting for.
The Waiting Series: Patience, Friends & Coffee
Thank God it's Friday! End of a very busy work week and again, a time for "The Waiting Series". If you missed the first, read it here.
Something to ponder on:
Something to ponder on:
Great words indeed. If only I could write them on the palm of my hand to remind me each and everyday to be patient, to endure this journey that so much involves waiting for that right person to come. Patience, self-control, fortitude - entail rewards. Take for example, putting on hold a seemingly nice purchase and eventually finding something else that's way better but at a cheaper price. Sometimes, life gives us chances to contemplate first before we act. And at the end of the day, we find ourselves getting what we truly deserve. (I just hope we get to sense when to stop waiting and start taking action. @_@)
One of the things that keeps me patient, what makes me endure, is the presence of friends - genuine friends. Lately, I've greatly appreciated the value of good conversations. I have come to realize that I am surrounded with great people and all I have to do is to spend time with them more often. I have come to understand that although I've known them for years I have not really exerted much effort to get to know them better...I have not really seen them beyond the usual greetings and the occasional chat. And you know, it is true that we get to know ourselves better through others and I believe knowing who we really are is a great way to enjoy singlehood. A great way to grow our character. A wonderful opportunity to turn ourselves into the best person we can be.
One of the things that keeps me patient, what makes me endure, is the presence of friends - genuine friends. Lately, I've greatly appreciated the value of good conversations. I have come to realize that I am surrounded with great people and all I have to do is to spend time with them more often. I have come to understand that although I've known them for years I have not really exerted much effort to get to know them better...I have not really seen them beyond the usual greetings and the occasional chat. And you know, it is true that we get to know ourselves better through others and I believe knowing who we really are is a great way to enjoy singlehood. A great way to grow our character. A wonderful opportunity to turn ourselves into the best person we can be.
A few days ago, I went out with some male friends. And it's quite refreshing to hear their take on things like relationships, friendship, and everything and anything under the sun. I don't usually get to hear their side coz I didn't have a lot of male friends in college, but thanks to my seminarian brother and seminarian highschool classmate, I have gained a few very sensible male (seminarian) friends over the years.
Some bits of wisdom/trivial stuff/realizations I gathered on our conversation over coffee:
- Guys (particularly my seminarian friends) love watching romantic films too. They have even memorized some cheesy lines and match them to a certain movie title. Which is, I guess, amazing! haha
- Sometimes, we don't have to chase after the things that we want. In some instances, they just come without us knowing.
- When I get married in the future, hopefully some of my friends would be priests by then and one of them could officiate the ceremony (minus the stipend :D) And that it should be held in Caleruega, Batangas (husband-to-be should be able to afford it, hehe). And when that day comes, due to the number of seminarians I know, people might wonder whether it's a wedding or an ordination. haha
- We'll never really know the purpose of things happening the way they are until they all become things of the past and we look back and connect the dots (via Steve Jobs). God works in amazing ways that he turns failures to triumphs. Such as in the case of my friend, Junel. If he got into a different university and didn't enter the seminary I wouldn't have met all the amazing friends I have now and life would be totally different.
- Dreams, wishes - they really do come true. Prayers are answered, maybe not instantly, but we'll eventually see how God wonderfully orchestrated things to grant our heart's desires.
- Guys (particularly my seminarian friends) love watching romantic films too. They have even memorized some cheesy lines and match them to a certain movie title. Which is, I guess, amazing! haha
- Sometimes, we don't have to chase after the things that we want. In some instances, they just come without us knowing.
- When I get married in the future, hopefully some of my friends would be priests by then and one of them could officiate the ceremony (minus the stipend :D) And that it should be held in Caleruega, Batangas (husband-to-be should be able to afford it, hehe). And when that day comes, due to the number of seminarians I know, people might wonder whether it's a wedding or an ordination. haha
- We'll never really know the purpose of things happening the way they are until they all become things of the past and we look back and connect the dots (via Steve Jobs). God works in amazing ways that he turns failures to triumphs. Such as in the case of my friend, Junel. If he got into a different university and didn't enter the seminary I wouldn't have met all the amazing friends I have now and life would be totally different.
- Dreams, wishes - they really do come true. Prayers are answered, maybe not instantly, but we'll eventually see how God wonderfully orchestrated things to grant our heart's desires.
With moments like this, I don't really mind waiting. Being patient, being optimistic, is a lot easier with great companions. With chats over frapp. With laughter reverberating.
And so I continue to pray. I continue my journey toward self discovery. I continue knowing better the lovely people around me. Because more often than not, we get the best when we wait. When we wait with a happy heart. When we wait while already having the time of our lives.
How about you? What do you do while waiting?
Thanks for reading and have a glorious weekend!! :)
And so I continue to pray. I continue my journey toward self discovery. I continue knowing better the lovely people around me. Because more often than not, we get the best when we wait. When we wait with a happy heart. When we wait while already having the time of our lives.
How about you? What do you do while waiting?
Thanks for reading and have a glorious weekend!! :)
The Waiting Series: Rascal Flatts
Today, November 18th, 2011, I am officially starting "The Waiting Series". This idea just popped up while I was listening to a Rascal Flatts song. You see, most people hate waiting. Waiting for the train or bus to arrive. Waiting for food to be served. Waiting for the results of that nerve-wracking exam. Waiting for answers. Waiting for someone. Yes, with all the mad rush around and the need to speed up, we are (unfortunately) an impatient breed.
And waiting makes us nervous, anxious, scared. We'll never know what's about to come. And that is what I feel half of the time - fearful of the unknown. At this point in my life, I am waiting for that special person to come. I don't know who he is. Is he someone from my past or my future? Or is he in my present? Really, these questions are bugging me. And I am, like the rest of the human race, impatient. But then, who says waiting can't be fun?
So, here I am making this "waiting" a whole lot better. I'll try to share songs, stories, images, quotable quotes all about waiting for that one true love. If you have some, let me know and I'll share it to the rest of the blogosphere. Check out this series every Friday, until the waiting is over. :D
And to officially jumpstart this hopefully-not-a-very-long-series (haha), let me share with you Rascal Flatt's Waiting All My Life. I love this song, with all my heart. The words, the music, everything! It speaks of how waiting feels like. And finally never have to wait any longer. I love the song because it's hopeful. It tells you that although at some point you missed each other, you will eventually find a way to where the other half of your heart is.
So there, enjoy!!!
And waiting makes us nervous, anxious, scared. We'll never know what's about to come. And that is what I feel half of the time - fearful of the unknown. At this point in my life, I am waiting for that special person to come. I don't know who he is. Is he someone from my past or my future? Or is he in my present? Really, these questions are bugging me. And I am, like the rest of the human race, impatient. But then, who says waiting can't be fun?
So, here I am making this "waiting" a whole lot better. I'll try to share songs, stories, images, quotable quotes all about waiting for that one true love. If you have some, let me know and I'll share it to the rest of the blogosphere. Check out this series every Friday, until the waiting is over. :D
And to officially jumpstart this hopefully-not-a-very-long-series (haha), let me share with you Rascal Flatt's Waiting All My Life. I love this song, with all my heart. The words, the music, everything! It speaks of how waiting feels like. And finally never have to wait any longer. I love the song because it's hopeful. It tells you that although at some point you missed each other, you will eventually find a way to where the other half of your heart is.
So there, enjoy!!!
Everybody needs it
Everybody wants it
Everybody's searching for someone
Been down a thousand highways
I never thought would end
Baby, I've been
Waiting all my life to find you
Always been one step behind you
Your love babe
I've been waiting all my life
I was tired of waiting
Every night was praying
Everyday would be the day I'd find you
I grew so impatient, how long would it take
To know you were out there somewhere
Somewhere waiting, wondering just like me
I've been waiting all my life to love you
All that time I was dreaming of you
Your love babe
I've been waiting all my life
And did I lose faith, did I lose heart
Maybe I did, but I never lost my way
To where you are-I've been
Your love I've been waiting
Your love I've been waiting all my life
All my life, all my life
Your love I've been waiting all my life
All my life, all my life
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